Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

"Master Linon is the sister of His Majesty Leongand."

Ma, I know you do, but Setuna was listening in the sky above, Faria added.

It was a space dominated by a number of bookcases in which books, from antiquated to brand new, were housed in the first glance. Maybe even a small library should be said. Anyway, as far as I could see, there were only books, books, books - books.

Of course, I have a desk and a chair. In some cases, but in the space where the books dominated, their presence was too thin, and they also had to look as if they were shrinking their bodies in an apologetic way.

It was a large room, but as mentioned, it felt rather narrow because of a number of bookcases where the books were packed in overweight. Feel the pressure. That wasn't something I had to do either.

Dark indoors were caused by the weather. The light of the day that should be plugged in through the open lighting window is beyond the leaded clouds that fold over multiple heads. It can't even arrive. Making such a dim indoor somewhat brighter was thanks to the portable Demon Crystal lamp (Magogo) that Faria brought just in case.

That, at first glance, can only be described as a crystal ball of fist magnitude. It is said to have a light-emitting nature when applied with certain force. Setuna, in fact, sees the moment when the crystal ball suddenly emits light, and in that regard, she can hardly doubt it.

No, in the first place, you won't have to doubt Faria. From her, hostility and malice were not felt even dust.

"It was three years ago that Lady Linonclair Leave-Lucion was daughter-in-law to Her Royal Highness Halberg Reus-Lucion, Prince of Lucion, an ally of Gandhia. Since then, Master Linon has been more than a symbol of Lucion's bond with Gandhia."

The day after day, when he heard all these long names, Setsuna held his head. Drop your gaze on the desk in front of you. The light of the demonic crystal lamp placed in the translucent container, though mysterious, could not help but feel somewhere uncomfortable. I can't even explain what kind of feeling it is, but finding the inexperienced creep in its brilliance, Setsuna strayed her gaze from the demonic crystal lamp immediately.

In front of him was a teacup poured with tea, and a small plate next to it was served like a pancake. And what was surprisingly a piece of paper with letters on it and thick books made the table tasteless.

"The extermination of bandits, the extermination of the Imperial Devil - though many things, perhaps the most famous is the repelling of the invasion of Walal. I don't know... wah, right?

"Oh, yeah..."

"Well, that's okay. I don't think so."

And, although she has told me to get her mind back on it, as a setuna, I wasn't even going to listen to Linonclair from the beginning, and I wanted to do something about Faria and even go on a tour of the city of Mardar.

Yes, it is.

Her errands were the reason Setsuna is currently alone with Faria in a room like this library.

Initially, they were planning to head to the center tower, which they called the Mardar Tower, along with Leongand, but all of a sudden, they pulled Setuna's hand and brought her this far, saying that Faria remembered something important.

It is the base of the Mardar district of the Gandia branch of the Continental Summoners Association. The exterior was a four-story wooden building that gave an old impression somewhere.

In one of the rooms upstairs, there were two of them.

"I'll get back to you. As I was saying, I want Setsuna to sign here."

That said, what Faria has pointed out was a piece of paper on the desk. The countless letters written on that paper are apparently the language of this world - or this country - and should be fundamentally difficult to understand for summoned from another world, but Setsuna was almost entirely able to grasp what that complex bunch of letters meant.

I don't even remember any discomfort with a language that I should never have seen before in my life, but rather I even feel as if it's a word I've become innate with.

Secondly, Setuna, recalls.

(No, from the beginning, right? That's...)

It's been since my first meeting with Azmaria-Altemax.

Even though all things were summoned to a world where everything was supposed to be different, starting with language, I never had any trouble in that respect. We exchanged words with Azmaria, and we were able to talk and communicate with other people.

Once again aware of that fact, Setuna, at the time of the summons, led to speculation that something might have happened to her, but she did not go on with the thought for long either.

Faria's nagging hurts quite a bit there.

"Hey, are you listening?

"I'm listening."

Setsuna answered in a panic. Take the paper and run your gaze. Silent reading is for a moment. I understand the contents, although it is suspicious whether all the written letters have come to mind. In the first place, Faria explained the contents of the form earlier.

The only reason I looked through the paper was to block Faria's gaze.

"In short, you mean put me in an association, right?

Setuna looked Faria in the eye as she put the paper back on her desk again. Beyond the lens of the glasses, Emerald Green's eyes looked sincerely at this one. She had beautiful eyes. So much so that I almost fell in love unexpectedly.

"I'm not forcing you, and if you want, you don't have to come in. But in my personal opinion, I want Setsuna to join the association."

The quiet, yet powerful, voice of Faria seems to soak comfortably in Setuna's ears.

Ask.

"Why?"

"There's no harm in joining an association. About 90% of the armed summoners currently active on this continent are members of the Association. This is one of the reasons I encourage you to join"

Setsuna decided not to ask how that figure of about 90% was calculated. In fact, I could see Faria herself in front of me, without the wind of insisting that the numbers were true, but rather stunned by their exaggerated expression. Most importantly, the change in expression is extremely trivial, and it is only by chance that Setuna did not miss it.

"Subsequently, armed summoners who have joined and become members of associations have free access to the association facilities of each city. This is huge. Even if the road bank runs out, you don't need to worry about the inn. Well, you can't have days or days. And members can get requests for different jobs through the association. Guarding the merchants, crusading the Imperial Demons, exorcising bandits, etc. - not only will your nostalgia moisturize, but your reputation as an armed summoner will rise."

It was the common system of role-playing games that passed Setuna's brain, listening with gratitude to Faria for her polite explanations. Requested by the Alliance and rewarded by its achievement - it is arguably a common and understandable system indeed.

That's what they say in real life.

Setuna, though somewhat stifled her mind, still didn't feel comfortable riding. No, I don't think the option of joining the Continental Summoners Association is a bad idea either.

That's big because it's an organization to which Faria belongs, but it would never be a good decision to keep herself in this strange continent, somehow a large organization.

But something catches on.

The unspeakable discomfort perplexes Setuna. I'm not doubting Faria. Instead, I had no hesitation in fully trusting her. I'm grateful to Faria. Yes, from the bottom of my heart.

But apart from that and this - not so simple a story was the trouble.

"Besides, would it make it easier for you to achieve your own purpose?

I don't know if you know the poem in this heart, but Falia said to smile.

"My purpose...?

"I don't know what your purpose is, and in the first place, amnesia. Then maybe I can't remember. But if you didn't have a purpose, you wouldn't be visiting such a small country, would you?

(Purpose…)

Setuna objected to the word in vain. There couldn't have been a purpose. Azmaria summoned him without meaning, and left him without giving him any purpose or role. Though initially it was Yingjie who was a brave man and burned up, such child-stained enthusiasm was no longer entirely under fire.

So what do we do?

Setuna wanted to sigh, thinking about the situation in which she was placed. I can't think of anything. It would be nice to have come to Mardar relieved of Leongando. Helping to reclaim Fortress Balsar is good.

But then what?

Do you keep staying in Gandhia like this, or...

"I can't remember."

In due response, Setuna scratched her head. At any rate, we must now do something about the reality in front of us. Response to Faria's invitation. You won't be able to put that off.

Rude to her.

"Oh well."

is, Faria. Though I'm spotting this lie, maybe I don't even care in particular. Or do you even think it's not enough to take, such as Setuna's lies?

Then for a while, there was silence lying between them.

By the side of Setuna's silence, Faria said, gracefully mouthing tea and pancakes with one hand the book she had removed from the bookcase.

And it was still Faria's words that broke the silence full of indoors.

"... By the way, I've been wondering one thing for a long time, can I ask you something?

"Hmm? Oh, okay?

That said, Setuna, looked up. I was just getting ridiculous holding my head and worrying too. At all, why should I have to suffer so much about not entering the association? Whether we go in or not, the status quo doesn't change immediately.

And yet, how can you be so thoughtful?

The thought of grandeur was cut off by Faria's words, which Setuna did not anticipate.

"Does the name Quon-Kamiya sound familiar to you?

That was just the blue sky thunderbolt.

In such a surprise that consciousness was flying, Setuna was remembering the voice of a nostalgic boy.

"I'm Kuyuan Kamiya." Are you...?

Ruhhhhhhhh!

That roar, unpleasant and extremely unpleasant with ear damage, must have been unique to the Imperial Demon. backstroke the human nerves. Regardless of whether it was worthy of decorating the dawn of battle, it would certainly have significantly increased their will to fight.

Plains as far as I can see. There was nothing that was likely to be a shield around them, and everyone had to expose themselves in the bright sunlight falling from overhead.

There are two men and two women - four young men in total.

"I'll do the lyotto"

And, most famously, she was a young woman.

Never long. An even, supple limb seemed to indicate that she was more than just. Wrapping its flesh was a black outfit with an angelic wing-like pattern on its back and a grey coat wrapped around it. Must be to avoid travel dust.

The dark hair that swings in the wind is beautiful, and the grey eyes that look at the enemy are sharp as a blade.

An enemy is no matter what the Imperial Devil is. The number of Imperial Demons deployed to besiege them will slightly exceed thirty.

Large four-legged beast-shaped Imperial Demon covered in crimson body hair - identification name Lyot. A blow carried out from a bumpy limb would crush even the forged human flesh without bitterness. From the two eye holes worn on the head like a hound, there was a leak of red light.

That number, ten bodies.

I'll take care of it.

The woman pulled out two swords on her hips at the same time. Short Sword duplicity. One is engraved with ancient sacred letters all over himself, not even visible as a sword for rituals. The other wave was a sword with a wave of fullness.

When she shook those two swords, she kicked the ground.

So I'm Bethlea's opponent.

And it was the other woman, who began to speak of some sign sooner. Though taller than the woman who jumped out toward Lyot, that body was not specially trained. A good fleshy limb, however, must have been covetous for the man.

Enveloping that fleshy body was the same black outfit as a duplicitous woman, and the grey coat also seemed to have the same design. He is tying chestnut hair behind him that stretches up to his waist. The appearance with a soft grin can be described as that of the Mother of Mercy.

She was dedicated to constructing the surgical ceremony from scratch, wielding a two-handed sword at the edge of her sight to capture her companions overwhelming the crimson monster. Neither fail to pay attention to the Imperial Demons, forward and left and right.

The Imperial Demon, given the distinguishing name Bethlear, is nothing more than just a black cat at first glance. But the pair of wings grown from the back and the red light leaking out of the eye bore were a true representation that they were not just cats and such.

She didn't break her smile, even as she glanced at them intimidating her with an unpleasant squeal.

The procedure is complete.

"Armed summons!

The sense of weight born in the palm with the flashing light vividly altered her consciousness. The weapon she summoned was a mace - a stick with a patterned head. From the spherical patterned head, countless spurs were protruding radially. The weight was enough to withstand her fine arms, but still, its chilling weight was enough to sharpen her loose thoughts.

"- I'm coming!

The big man stood shoulder to shoulder with one man, looking out for the woman who jumped out early.

"I'm in trouble."

In my late twenties or so. The red copper-colored flesh, which took off its coat and exposed it under the day, was so forged that the word musculoskeletal was worthy, and there was something weighty and awesome about it. Dark-haired black eyes. The wild appearance, however, had a flair such as laziness devouring inebriation rather than a bloodthirsty beast.

He would also admit that although wearing a pink black outfit, like two women rampaging around in a herd of Imperial Demons, it doesn't look like him, no matter how he sees it. Nothing but creepy, such as a big man carrying angel wings.

"It's your fault, too."

He looked right back as he removed his gaze from the two female jewels, who swept down countless Imperial Demons without incident.

"Because I'm a sinful creature."

It was one boy who had a dazzling grin that made the man angry.

A boy in his late teens.

The boy, who obviously wraps up only one out of place air, was, however, undoubtedly an essential part of the men and women.

Neutral, it would be rare for a person to look so good with the word. With lustrous dark hair, white skin was full of clarity, and even if it was not completely perfect, the extremely neat appearance was not of any lesser colour when it came to beauty.

I wonder if what stared into his deep blue eyes, be it a man or a woman, had to remember sometimes - it was a common perception of what fascinated him.

Though slightly skinny, it was rather helping to enhance his medieval appearance. As with the three of them, he is wrapped in a pink black outfit, and of these four, it would not be an illusion or anything else that he is wearing that outfit the most.

He looked around as he smiled again at the man.

Until just now, the royal demons, who were creeping roars, were lying on the earth, no less an unbroken wreck. It was a short time ago. He wasn't even a surprise boy.

It's just a natural consequence.

"Good luck to both Illis and Mana"

So he took the labor of a duplicitous swordsman, who had not bathed in a single return blood, and a mad armed summoner, who had slammed a stick with one hand.

"No, it's not a big deal..."

Iris put his sword in his sheath as he missed his gaze as illuminated, and Mana let Mace go with a smile on her hands. The stick that left her thin hand disappeared before reaching the ground. I guess I returned to my original world.

"Waldo, you too."

"I didn't do anything."

Speaking to the boy, the man showed him with a gentle glance on his shoulder. In fact, I didn't do anything. And yet when they say that, my back itches.

But boys don't take care of it.

You were protecting me.

Looks like you didn't have to.

I'm glad you cared.

The boy looked over his head when he told him softly. It wasn't an action that made any particular sense. Without intending to ascertain the motion of the sun trying to reach its apex, I would not give thought to a crowd of clouds flowing in the wind.

So, how long did it take?

"Shall we go? Dear Kuon."

Feeling like he had made his return to reality by being prompted by Mana's words, he looked back at his companions with a bitter smile.

"Right. Shall we go?"

The boy said, Quon-Kamiya.